"What are you doing, Edward?!" Bella shrieked, as she glared towards the amber-eyed boy behind me. I heard him let out a soft sigh, so I slowly backed away. He didn't like me, he couldn't like me, so him protecting me must have just been a fluke. Maybe he had stopped Bella from slapping me simply because he wanted to look good- the school seemed to see him as some kind of god, so having a girlfriend that assaulted people couldn't be good for his image. Yeah, that was pretty likely.

"You shouldn't go around attacking people just because you feel like it." Bella hissed as he continued, "Anne's a nice girl. Just because you don't like her, doesn't make it okay to hurt her." Bella was fuming by this point.

"But she's trying to steal you from me! Can't you see that?!" Angry tears rushed down her face and she turned around, covering her eyes. I let out a sigh. She was putting on a show to make Edward feel bad, like she always did. I knew that when she was angry, she'd start crying and whining to get everyone's sympathy. I frowned.

"Thanks, Edward," I muttered, turning tail and walking away before Bella could make the tables turn and turn her boy toy against me.

Now, if only I could forget about my crush...

The next day, I didn't go to school. I didn't want to face Bella and her goons, because they would undoubtedly come after me. I cried softly in my bedroom.

Why did things have to be so hard? Why couldn't people just like me? I didn't understand. Putting my head in my hands, I let myself flop back on my bed, closing my eyes. From his actions yesterday, maybe I could assume that Edward didn't hate me. Maybe. It seemed pretty likely that he would, though, because I had heard some of the things that his girlfriend had been saying about me. They weren't pretty.

I knew that she was throwing stuff around like anorexia, bulimia, and schizophrenia, as if me actually having those mental illnesses would matter. Maybe they did, I didn't know. They certainly seemed to at least, to Mike and Jessica. Mike wasn't that bad really, aside from the occasional teasing, but Jessica...she was another story entirely. She was almost as bad as Bella herself.

Sighing softly, I ran a hand through my silky white hair. It wasn't easy, living alone. My parents had died not too long after my eighteenth birthday, so I had inherited the house and most of their possessions. A couple of things went to my aunts and uncles, but most of it remained with me. Not that I knew what to do with it. There were trinkets, snow globes, feather pens, and old clothes. None of which fit me, by the way. It was mostly too small or tacky.

I was just about to get up and make something to eat when I heard the doorbell chime. I frowned. Who would be here? It was around 4 o'clock in the afternoon, about fifteen minutes after Forks Public High let out. I lived about four miles away from it though, so I doubted it was someone from school. You'd have to crazy fast on the winding, forested roads in order to get here that quickly. It was dangerous, to say the least.

Hmm, I thought. Maybe it's the mail carrier.

I stepped carefully down the carpeted stairs leading to the first floor, and quickly got to the door. I looked through the peephole to see bright amber eyes...eyes that I knew all too well. They had to belong to one of the Cullens, either Jasper, Alice, Emmett, Rosalie, or...perhaps Edward. None of it was really likely, and it didn't answer the question... What the fuck was a Cullen doing at my house?

(Author's Note: Sort of a cliffhanger. Idk.)